[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker":3,"chapter-hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-54":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hogwarts: Don't Call Me a Wandmaker",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2292306,4482,"Chapter 54: Cooperation","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>On breaking school rules, Fred and George had truly extensive experience—Professor Sprout had never caught them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although she and Hagrid later patrolled the area, they didn’t go so far as to search the student dormitories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that troubled Silven was that Professor Sprout had become more attentive to the Whomping Willow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long time afterward, Silven sneaked out through secret passages more than once, hoping to repeat his trick and collect more branches—but all these attempts failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he neared the Whomping Willow, he received a shrieking warning from scout Tang Mu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant someone was nearby—perhaps Professor Sprout, or Filch, or someone else—anyway, it was unsafe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Silven would return to the castle at top speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, no one had suspected anything… Hogwarts permitted cats as pets, and cat cries at night were perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Silven was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all Fred and George’s fault—those reckless fools—if not for them, he could have gotten two or three more branches!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So every time he saw them, Silven gave them no friendly look; Fred and George bore no resentment, for indeed, they had dragged him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Silven had retrieved that long branch unharmed, while they returned empty-handed and had alerted Professor Sprout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, it was simply that their skills were inadequate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after this incident, their relationship with Silven did grow closer, as if they had met too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Fred put it: the Sorting Hat was incredibly reliable—Silven was a natural Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This only made Silven angrier, and he added this debt to the Sorting Hat’s tally; for a while, he even considered keeping the finished Whomping Willow wand core for the Sorting Hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Silven had planned to pair this wand core with an eight-legged spider leg—but once it was finished, he suddenly felt reluctant to part with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because he had waited so long, he had poured unprecedented passion into its crafting… this wand core was simply perfect: its flexibility, hardness, and all other essential qualities were flawless, and it even resonated magically with the engraved runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To create magical resonance without even adding a core... put simply, even if his grandfather Garrick Ollivander had crafted such a supreme wand core, he would have traded it for the finest unicorn tail hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By comparison, an eight-legged spider leg was too inferior—perhaps only a brain or heart might be worth considering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven decided to wait a while longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the eight-legged spider leg, if he could obtain a second Whomping Willow branch, he could make another wand—but for now… stop dreaming unrealistic dreams; grapevine would do fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the finished wand core could only be set aside for the time being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the school year was nearing its end, professors had gone mad assigning homework in preparation for the upcoming exams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even first-years, with the lightest academic load, were driven to dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because he was so exhausted, Silven kept feeling he had forgotten something—but whenever he tried to recall, he drew a blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several such attempts, he gave up and plunged back into magical texts, night after night, struggling to complete the professors’ assignments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the weekend before the exams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Go chop down the Whomping Willow together?” Silven stared incredulously at the twins, wondering why they’d even think of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think last time’s injuries weren’t enough? Want another beating? And don’t forget—Professor Sprout hasn’t stopped looking for the culprit that day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep your voice down!” Fred glanced around and pulled Silven into an empty corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why we came to you for cooperation,” he continued. “We figured—you got that branch unharmed. You must have some special method, some way to avoid the Whomping Willow’s attention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven pressed his lips together and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—it’s your secret. We won’t ask.” George said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly,” Fred nodded. “Just like you don’t ask how we know so many secret passages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we can cooperate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred didn’t answer directly but asked cryptically: “You’ve gone out several times before, but always returned empty-handed, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?” Silven raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t deny it—we know.” George smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We saw it with our own eyes,” Fred said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And we know you’re lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each time, Professor Sprout was right there watching—if you hadn’t retreated the same way, you’d have been caught on the spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet you always managed to slip away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven still said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Fred and George possessed a magical map showing everyone’s movements inside the castle—but he hadn’t expected it could show locations outside too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Fred and George were equally surprised: Silven always retreated without hesitation at critical moments, making them wonder if he, too, had a Marauder’s Map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon closer thought, that didn’t make sense—if Silven had the Marauder’s Map, he never would have gone out in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pondered long and hard but found no answer, finally concluding it was simply Silven’s luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just tell me your idea,” Silven said bluntly. “How do we cooperate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Sprout can’t guard it forever—we know a window of opportunity,” Fred and George dropped the pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We guarantee no one will be near the Whomping Willow during that time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And we’ll warn you the instant anyone approaches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During that window, you need only focus on collecting branches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we split the harvest fifty-fifty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Silven shook his head immediately. “Three-seven. I’m the one facing the Whomping Willow directly—my task is far more dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Four-six is our bottom line,” George said. “The intelligence matters too—without knowing the exact timing, you’d never get close to the Whomping Willow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their stance was firm. After a moment’s hesitation, Silven nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Partners then?” Fred and George extended their hands simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe,” Silven looked at them. “But I must be clear—if I get caught by a professor, I’ll hand you both over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, goodness, you really should’ve been sorted into Slytherin,” George gasped dramatically, grinning widely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad you never got the chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope so,” Silven said, and this time he extended his hand, clasping theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1017,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","51f2baa819c711460c90d8a36423f5e5d9ca95492cd5c8441b60151dfac51301","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-55","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-53",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]